Page 36 of Sugar Baby

I turn back to the very first daddy. He is holding his hand out toward me, and the smile on his face appears to be genuine and trustworthy. I stare at his fingers as my pulse thunders so hard,I can practically hear it. Slowly, I place my hand in his and turn my gaze up to him, praying I’m not making the wrong decision.

He continues to smile and nod encouragingly. With a gentleness that surprises me, after the rough manhandling his three friends just put me through, he tugs me toward him. I stand and walk to him.

With his free hand, he cups the back of one of my knees and guides it onto the couch beside his hip. Understanding dawns that he wants me to straddle him. I release his hand and place both of mine on his shoulders as I lower my other leg to the other side of him.

My breath shakes as the split in my lingerie is finally put under enough pressure that it separates and I can feel the rigid length of him through his pants pressing directly against me. I swallow and try to breathe. How long will it take for him to find my naughty secret?

His hands come to rest on my ass. “Hi, baby. Having fun?”

My insides squirm in nervous flutters at being calledbaby.

I nod, twisting my fingers into the fabric of his shirt.

“Yes, Daddy,” he corrects, voice gentle but firm. His dark brown eyes have wrinkles near the corners, like he smiles a lot. But right now they are serious, like he is laying down a rule that I should be paying attention to.

With that in mind, I repeat his words back to him, somehow slightly sad that I have disappointed him already. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he replies as his hands knead my ass, making me rock slightly against his hardness. “That’s good. Want more?”

The grinding pressure starts a slow burn in my core as my clit is rubbed between us. I moan and nod again as desire flows through me. “Yes, Daddy.”

He reaches up and presses his thumb into my abused lip. “This doesn’t hurt too much?”

There is a dull ache there, but I’ve had a completely split lip in the past that required stitches. In comparison to that, this barely registers, so I shake my head. “No, Daddy.”

His grip moves to my chin, and he gently tugs until my lips are pressing against his. Daddy lets go and pulls back a little before capturing my lips again. His hand goes back to my ass, and he makes me rock into him, over and over again, each surge of my hips timed perfectly with the movements of our mouths.

I fall into him, my chest pressing firmly against his, the hard knot of the satin bow digging into my cleavage, but I ignore it. Daddy’s fingers start to explore, slowly running down the back of my ass until they scoop underneath and his fingers can press against my crotch.

But his fingers don’t press fabric against me, and we both startle back from each other.

Me, because his finger just slipped knuckle-deep into me.

And him, because he just found my surprise for them.

His surprise melts into a heated smirk as he removes his finger and then drives it back into me. I moan, close my eyes, and tip my head back.

Getting fingered has never felt this good.

“Baby, you need to turn around and show your other daddies the naughty surprise you’ve been hiding from us.” His words are only loud enough for me, and he punctuates his order by turning one finger to two, and I can’t help but rock back on them.

My face flushes when his words register through my haze, and I open my eyes to look at him. I open my mouth to say something, anything, but for some reason, I’m embarrassed, even though this has been my plan all along.

“Turn around, sit on my lap, and spread those pretty little legs. Show your daddies the naughty slit you have in your lingerie. Let them see how wet that little cunt is and how ready you are for them to use you however they want.”

My chest heaves at his whispered words, and it draws his attention for a moment before his focus returns to my face.

“Now.”

My stomach tightens at the implied threat in his voice.

I lower my gaze and start to move. “Yes, Daddy.”

This is it. The kissing and grinding were just the prelude. This is the beginning of them taking their pleasure from me and me earning my gift.

Just a few more hours, and my future will be a little more stable.

This is the last time.

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